Crumbs fall onto the table
and I quickly slop them up
These crumbs are for me
for I am master of this table
Fools come and speak to me of idiocy
starving and uneducated
They do not know, the cracks of this table
the grains that run through it, and the taste of these crumbs
Idiots! Do they not know?
How I have studied this table?
The patterns and the textures
The cracks and the crevices
So I slap them away like the animals they are
Their intellect cannot be compared to mine
Their arguments are no more than this stupid repetition.
Look up! Look up! Look up!
I try to reason with these fools
Who do not starve like me
Subsiding off of these crumbs
That they do not deserve
They did not listen to my theories
The idiots just kept shouting
These animals do not understand reason
The fools cannot know what I know
Now, they no longer shout
They just climb past me
Onto my beautiful table
Ruining all I know
I look up to see where they are going
Up there it is so bright
And here I am
Starving in the dark